Saturday, August 22, 2009

I think it may just beat a massage

or why else would I be up at 7 a.m. after getting home from fishing at 1 in the morning? I think I could stand in the creek for a very long time ... casting a rod ... waiting for a fish ... being teased by it's nibbles ... come home with nothing ... and be completely satisfied. Last night I understood why my dad says " a good day fishing is when you come home with nothing to clean." So ... maybe not quite that. I could really use a silver salmon on my hook, but I really could stand there forever.

Much later, while Jari & Chad were hanging out at the campfire, Becca and I found a spot about where they're standing. She had one on. I think I caught the Loch Ness Monster. It was big and it wasn't coming in. Tree stump? Nah. I don't think so.

David and Jolene were out fishing with us as well. Love her chair. I could probably sit there for hours as well ... even without my book.

Gotta love the little guys. Vance was quite determined. I don't know that he could see where he was headed, but the water was quite a magnet for him.

This is only my second trip to Jim's Creek. You can see the Knik Glacier in the back. It is absolutely beautiful!

So now that I've skittered away about 90 minutes of a morning ... it's time to hit the job list.

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it looks so peaceful and inviting! right this minute I would give anything to be there with my book by myself!! hope you got most of your list checked off...my list for today was mighty long, but without hubby home, not much got accomplished!oh well...it'll all still be there tomorrow i guess!Jenny

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We are a family that moved from city living in warm Arizona to the relative quiet of Alaska for 4 wonderful years. It had been a dream of ours for many years to live in Alaska and experience the Last Frontier. We were blessed to be able to have that experience. It is a regret that we will not face later in life. For that, among many things, I am thankful. For now, life now brings us back to Phoenix. I can't count how many times I've heard "are you back for good?" Perhaps we are. Perhaps we aren't. We continue to dream of summers chasing the salmon from stream to raging river in the beauty that is Alaska. In the meantime, I'll fill my life with children finishing their schooling, craft lists that are endless, family and friends. And as always, we'll continue to dream.